"You have a strange air to you, ser. You speak softly, yet carry a strong harmony. What lands do you hail from?"
Bardic knowledge will tell you that this man looks like one of the Dwarven Samurai; The Dwarf King's elite guard. His presence here either means that the Dwarf King has sent someone to come handle the situation, or that he's gone rogue and never committed the ritual suicide they perform when when they fall out of favor. His response would indicate the latter.
Action: Look for an appreciative audience for my Imperial Ballad!
You figure the makeshift barracks would be the best place to start. Most of the furniture is stacked behind the bar, with the added space being used for bedrolls, some of which are occupied by wounded soldiers. Upon taking the stage, instrument in hand, the soldiers look to you expectantly, and some clap or whistle at you.
[[Roll: CHA + Musician (17)]]
You play a rousing ballad, and while it's not your best work, it still seems to put the soldiers in a good mood. Morale is much higher than it was when you entered.
But first, she went to the place of lodgings the guard had mentioned, to have a look around.
You enter the inn to find Katoya playing a nice song for all the soldiers. People are clapping and cheering, and even some of the wounded seem to forget their misfortune.
There are many bedrolls on the floor, and you guess that the rooms upstairs have also been modified to accommodate more. They seem to be hurting for space to sleep.
He heads off up the walls, and examines the ballistas. When alone, he addresses the automaton on his back. "So, Spider, what can you do today?
Spider rises off your back, making the usual clicks and clacks that you've come to understand as its speech. It jumps off your back and scuttles onto one of the ballistae, assessing it for damages.
[[ROLL: INT + Tinkerer (23)]]
Spider points out several improvements that could be made, and you handle the rest, taking spare bits and bobs from around the area and reinforcing several of the ballistae. As you finish, Captain Davora comes in, marveling at your work.
"Great work! Ever since we lost our siege captain a few nights ago, the ballistae just haven't been working like they used to. Trust a Forgeborn to get them up and running again, eh?" He laughs and slaps you on the back.